Round the world accidentally on a blue 150cc

Discussion in 'Ride Reports - Epic Rides' started by EvergreenE, Jul 21, 2016.

  1. Skyclad

    Skyclad Original Bastard

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    I have been enjoying your story. Thank you for taking the time to share it with us.

    I read a question today that asked "what comes to mind when you think of Lithuania?"

    The first thing that I thought of was giant blond dreads!

    BTW, happy belated birthday. We just happen to share the day.
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  2. Precis

    Precis Maladroit malcontent

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    It is a mind-blowing experience. As a kid, I learned about three things in South America: Gauchos, the Pampas and Macchu Pichu. Of the three, only MP is unique - there are plains horsemen and vast grasslands elsewhere, but only one Macchu Pichu.
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  3. roadcapDen

    roadcapDen Ass, Grass or Gas, no free rides.

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    Always worth a re read!
  4. EvergreenE

    EvergreenE Adventurer

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    Hi all. Apologies for going MIA; life on the road is pure chaos sometimes - but I WILL finish this RR!:) New post every week from now on, as we've slowed down a little and I can finally get stuff done! Or so I like to tell myself :D

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    Leaving Machu Picchu behind, something felt a little odd. Sid was running smoothly, the road wound up a mountainside revealing the lush green vistas of the river valley below, the sun was shining – but something was off. I felt a little dizzy, somehow, and a little cold. Climbing higher and higher, I felt weaker. Altitude, I figured; or perhaps I was just tired after all the hiking and Machu Picchui-ing. Camping on a side of the road before rolling over the mountains and back down into Cuzco, I felt steadily worse. A little feverish and cold, I wrapped myslef tight in my sleeping bag, hoping to get better by the morning.

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    But making coffee as the sun slowly rose over the mountain range, the first rays grudgingly warming up the Earth, I still felt somehow off. Washing my coffee pot in a bubbling icy cold stream nearby, I suddenly realized I was being watched. An old indigenous woman wearing traditional skirts and a highlander‘s hat was standing on a hillside, partly hidden by a tree. A little black eyed girl, maybe four years old, was holding on to the old woman‘s skirt. The look on the crone‘s face was sad and distrustful at the same time: she looked as if she‘d seen a ghost, a bad mountain spirit that has crossed her way. Noticing I spotted them, the old woman and the little girl disappeared in the green darkness like two silent forest faeries.

    Something about the way the old woman looked at me left me feeling uneasy. Why did she appear as if she‘d caught sight of a strange apparition? My rational mind said old indigenous women and their granddaughters just weren't used to seeing white fluffy creatures on bikes in those parts. My intuition said something wasn't right; it was as if some strange, dark shadow had attached itself to me somewhere in the jungles of Machu Picchu and now followed me, keeping its distance, but unrelenting.

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    Scolding myself for being a silly superstitious dork, I saddled Sid up and set out for Ollantaytambo. They had blankets, pisco and food there; I wanted to get over the high peaks as quickly as possible: it was a cold, miserable place. As I climbed up, up and up, strands of clouds began rolling across the road, fog stuck to my fingers and shoulders like icy tendrils, and the lonely brick huts of highland shepherds, scattered across the mountain side, disappeared in the mist like strange haunted houses of long ago.

    Shivering, I picked my way gingerly along the wet road. My head was throbbing with a splitting headache, and I realized I‘d gotten sick. It felt like severe flu: shaking, sweating and freezing all at the same time, I rode onward, finally making my way over the final peak and starting to descend. Thick wet fog was replaced by relentless cold wind, and, drawing my head into my shoulders, I staggered down the road. My teeth were clattering, I could barely breathe, and my arms were hurting; something, I suddenly knew, was very, very wrong.

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    Finally, I saw the rust-red roofs of a small nameless village in the valley below. Weaving across the road like a mad drunk, I made it to the village, shaking violently and feeling sickeningly weak. I don‘ quite remember how I got off the bike; how I sat down at a small restaurant, trying to ask for hot tea; how somebody gave me a glass of water but my hands were shaking so bad I spilled it over my knees. A woman with a kind face rubbed a strong smelling plant between her fingers and put it under my nose. Somebody said „medico“ and "Ollantaytambo". I just sat there shaking and trembling, hyperventilating, unable to say a word. I remember getting into a taxi, protesting – I couldn't just leave Sid like that – then passing out.

    Waking up in a small dark room with clay walls painted in strange patterns, I stared at a peculiar scene unfolding before my eyes. Miniature French mimes, their faces painted white, were riding tiny flying alligators buzzing near the ceiling. The little alligators had dragonfly wings, and their riders settled them down on a mantelpiece. The flying alligators flocked together, while the mimes dismounted and began their performance. Watching the little dancing mimes, I fell into a dreamless sleep.

    I was woken again by a quiet clinking of small glass bottles. A stern, rotund woman in a mysterious red garment embroidered with white snakes was sitting on the bed beside me, looking for something in a big magic box full of tiny glass tubes. There was a white cord coming out of my arm and stretching out into the darkness above me. What new conspiracy was this? I tried to lift my head. I couldn't move.

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    Opening my eyes again, I looked around me. The little room was filled with sunlight; blinking and squinting, I made out the contours of my tiny cell. It looked like a small hostel room: the clay walls were decorated in traditional Andean patterns, and I was buried under a mound of woolen blankets. The white cord in my arm turned out to be an IV drip, and the suspicious woman in red, I found out, was Daniela – a local medic in a red cross uniform, bearing the emblem of the rod of Asclepius.

    „You‘ve got dengue fever, miss“, - Daniela announced matter-of-factly. „When they brought you here, you were delirious, babbling something in a strange language. I wasn't sure what you had a t first, so you got a whole collection of shots and IV drips“, - pointing at her portable medicine cabinet, Daniela explained. „Looks like you‘ll be OK – two more days of IV fluids, some good rest, and you‘ll be back on the road soon“, - she announced, wearing an expression of someone who was immensely bored yet perfectly professional at the same time.

    Dengue fever, huh.
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  5. MrKiwi

    MrKiwi Love my Tranny

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    An update and promise of more to come - YES :clap
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  6. ricochetrider

    ricochetrider MotoMojo

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    Eglė! Leave us hanging for like ever then drop THAT on us? Holy maca-roll-ee
    Wow, pure wow.
    THANKS

    !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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  7. skibum69

    skibum69 slave to gravity

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    You obviously survived:D

    And we're all very happy you have continued your story.
  8. Smidty

    Smidty Adventurer

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    :happay
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  9. Edgecrusher

    Edgecrusher Adventurer

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    Thanks so much for the update!
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  10. thechief86

    thechief86 Been here awhile

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    When the medic spoke to you, did she speak English, or Spanish? In my experience in Latin American countries, even when I speak Spanish to people, if they can speak English, they always do, which has been odd a time or two with the white guy speaking muddled Spanish, and the local speaking muddled English, lol.
    I was just curious, I imagine speaking as many languages as you do, it can take a second to understand what someone is saying no matter which language they use, especially if you had gotten used to one or another and then there is a change...
    Either way, I love your updates. Thanks again!
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  11. dano619

    dano619 Been here awhile

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    "Waking up in a small dark room with clay walls painted in strange patterns, I stared at a peculiar scene unfolding before my eyes. Miniature French mimes, their faces painted white, were riding tiny flying alligators buzzing near the ceiling. The little alligators had dragonfly wings, and their riders settled them down on a mantelpiece. The flying alligators flocked together, while the mimes dismounted and began their performance. Watching the little dancing mimes, I fell into a dreamless sleep."




    I'll have what she is having please! My kind of dream....... thanks for update!!
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  12. mrbreeze

    mrbreeze I keep blowing down the road

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    Well don’t keep us hanging! Did you survive?

    :lol3

    Great writing, as always!
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  13. EvergreenE

    EvergreenE Adventurer

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    or did I?!:pope

    The medic spoke Spanish. No, there's no delay in understanding what people are saying in whichever language:) I do sometimes experience funny brain blips when I suddenly break into Lithuanian and then register a WTF on people's faces. This also helps when dealing with unfriendly police abroad - while they may catch some French or English or even German, Lithuanian is just pure gibberish in any corner of the world except ours :dllama:

    Trust me it wasn't fun at all!:knary

    It's hard to tell: I might have, but then I also might have not... in which case I'm a fluffy graphomaniac ADV ghost doomed to haunt internety places forever!:rilla
  14. skibum69

    skibum69 slave to gravity

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    If you didn't survive your ghost sure is a lot of fun to hang out with:lol3
  15. manshoon

    manshoon Been here awhile

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    Bad hit for sure.
  16. EvergreenE

    EvergreenE Adventurer

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    :rofl:rofl:roflIt's also inexplicably fond of your beer cellar.:freaky
  17. skibum69

    skibum69 slave to gravity

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    You know you’re welcome back any time you want to drop in.:D
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  18. Peculierboy

    Peculierboy Adventurer

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    What? Kombucha on tap isn't good enough? lol.... Ghost or not, we loved hanging with you guys.... Jane says hi and come back soon, it's on the way to skibums beer cellar, just sayin'....
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  19. skibum69

    skibum69 slave to gravity

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    :lol3
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  20. Shooby

    Shooby Long timer

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    Indeed. with such detail.

    So many layers here.
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